"Stupid brochures..." I muttered to myself. This would be the...4th? 5th? camp brochure I've tossed out. You see, I was still searching for the perfect camp. The one that would make me everything I wanted to be. So far none... I sighed. My self-consciousness had been bothering me for a while. So why would I want to go to a camp with about hundreds of other people that would possibly notice and make fun of my body? I didn't really care. Last year, I decided I needed to stop thinking about what others think about me and more about what I think about myself. Or others who care about me. But honestly...that's what I wanted to be like. You know, sometimes when you read those Young Adult novels, they always have this outrageously impulsive girl who just dives into life without a worry about what others think? I wanted to be like that. But instead, I've always been the girl who's been infamous for moodswings, clumsiness, and embarrassing moments. Well, whatever. Camp or no camp, I was determined that this summer would change me into what I really wanted to be like.

Stupid mom. Kept reminding me of what to pack. I mean, I know what to pack! Sheesh...I've been to camp before. Sure, only for 3 days, but it was still camp, right? I mean, I've got my underwear, swimsuit, bras, toilietries, pads, clothes, a garbage bag for dirty clothes, flashlight, batteries...what else?! I didn't want to pick a fight with my mom, so I just kept quiet as I went downstairs for breakfast.